Monday, September 24, 2012

Pseudo-random neo-Archaeologistical Survey in Artifact-Rich Landscape of European Motorway Service Stations: Not Middle Neolithic Examples of Merit from Arkadia, Greece - they come in next post if you are lucky.

The research vehicle is loaded with sample and specimen containers before we embark on the overnight run to the Via Egnatia maritime feed = Mrs N is loading her car with my junk before we set off towards Venice on our holidays

There appears to be life near Alemanni, the Germaic tribe who inhabited the area around Stuttgart are running a retail outlet = I need to stop for a pee and buy a mobile phone charger because I forgot to pack it..

A lavish banquet awaits = this stale sandwich and concrete tart cost €50

Modeled on the Colliseum the feeding area is surrounded by votive offerings: the place is full of useless tat.

On offer - music boxes from every muse

Tablets of aural mass destruction from every corner of the civilised world and America

Salivating cuddly toys


precious minerals

A clay pig called Nico

A clay pig called "Bob"

Tribal motifs

Not a mobile phone charger in sight

A group of HD charioteers arrive seeking solace

Departing scene taken from the stretcher

Somewhere in Austria at 03:00 my bladder gives out again

Somewhere after the Brenner Pass I wake up.

The Radio data system picks up local transmissions

Navigation is by the seat of my pants.... the 2 GPSs and the cuddly turtle disagree constantly where to go next

What joy - another retail outlet but this time in  Italy


more pasta




Scene at 09:30 - 25 coach loads of plebs who departed at 09:00 from Milan making their Sunday excursion to the motorway service area where I am in desparate need of a coffee... we picked up this ghastly stuff from the fuel station vending machine!

We are now in the car Ferry Line at Venice - just behind an elephant trooping act

Or are they German campers?

The chief Archaeologist.

Wonderful Citroen DS

and again from the front

Someone appears to be taking a pee just behind the Triumph with a fuel cock

Here we go - the only Ferry company that serves virgin Cretan olive oil for breakfast.
That was day 1.  We arrived in Greece 36 hours later.
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